Unsatisfied with rainbow?

That's an idea I can get next to... just think of all the experiences we could share!

 

Wouldn't you want to share your experiances with the younger generations as well? Are we not good enough to hear them?

 

'Course your good enough to hear 'em. Like the time I was busted for hitchhiking in Castle Rock, Colorado at the tender age of 16.75, and I fasted for two days 'cause it was humiliating being marched from the jail to a restaurant for meals, and when I got out, I met 2 German hippies, who turned me on to some whizz-bang squeeky-clean Czech acid, and I peaked up on the Continental divide.

But you can't begrudge us old and in the way (find the reference) folks a little time with each other, can ya?

 

id just like to say that im very unsatisfied with the air quality ....however i realy dont expect to stop breathing in protest any time soon ....if there are thingsthat i dont like about rainbow [and im sure there are ] , then should i forget anything redeeming n throw the baby away with the bathwater ?

 

It's sad to me that there is this us and them mentality between younger rainbows and elders. We are a family, and in my eyes we are all equal whether you've been ging to gatherings for 30 years, or if you're at your first gathering right night. Not all young rainbows are clueless and not all elder rainbows know everything thats going on.

 

There's nothing "us and them" about it. I LOVE Rainbow gatherings, but I STILL think it would be nice if we could have an "old farts" gathering too (on the side). There's never enough gatherings. The more the merrier. Wondering tho, what's all us "old hippies" to do when we get REALLY OLD and fucked up? My mom's an 89 year old hippy and she's stuck in a nursing home clear on the other side of the US. There's nothing in those places for people like us... Anyone want to start a geriatric hippy home?

 

That sounds like a really cool idea

 

Twer not my intention to be condescending, and it completely slipped my mind that anyone can just google OAITW. How's that for a "Duh!" moment?

Anyways, if that BB cafe was there in 1970, that's the one I boycotted. That particular leg of the adventure ended up in Phoenix crashing at a mescaline dealer's house. Lots of free goodies. My first super-spiritual trip, and the one that got me hooked on It's A Beautiful Day.

Tranquility, Scott

 

Old age home for Hippies, eh? I believe the folks at The Farm are trying to do something like that. They call their project/community Rocinante. I was going to go over last September for their Farm Weekend to investigate, but events conspired to prevent that journey. Bummer.

 

Let's meet at a nursing home in the forest, I'll bring the Ben-Gay & Efferdent!